Cold. Cy bought the drinks and didn’t look back at the idiots. She’d expected a little gratitude, or at least a ‘thank you’. Hey, Cy could be demanding, too. Still, she was cautious to speak.
“It’s Cy,” she muttered before sipping her own drink. “Look, you don’t have to hang around with me, it just looked like you needed a little help. Guess not,” she shrugged, glancing the woman over.
“Name?” she added, imitating the woman’s demanding tone and smirking inwardly.
"Cute. Real cute.“ A smirk played at the corner of her lips, she was mildly amused that her own cool tone had been reflected back at her. So rarely that happened. She supposed she should’ve been grateful. Gracious even. But those were formalities that incited warmth and friendliness.
Things she actively avoided. It was troublesome when people got attached to you. "Elsa Vygotsky.” She wouldn’t say thanks, no. But she supposed she at least owed Cy a drink.
"I was fine. Nosy people get in trouble a lot more often, you know. I’ll by the next round. I’m well aware I’m not required to anything but you were attempting to something nice, I suppose. I can attempt the same.“